You know what I always say? “Life’s too short not to wear the (faux) fur.”
The Sinclair of Skaneateles used to be an old chair factory. In fact, the chairs used at the reception were made in the very same building (I know. SO cool.). When you walk in, you're immediately feasting on every. single. GORGEOUS detail. From the amazing vintage loveseat (fun fact, I literally almost bought this exact same loveseat--this very one-- and kick myself now because it's totally as comfortable as it is gorgeous), to every carefully selected chandelier, to even every wash room given as much attention as the main spaces, this venue is a wedding photographer's fantasy. But the pretty amazing thing about Saturday is that Meghan and Dann's love for one another was even dreamier than every detail surrounding this venue. There is a confidence that follows their partnership. There's this subtle and yet profound assurance that weaves its way between the threads of their exchanges that says to the world we are one another's person and it's as meant to be as the glittering stars in the night sky. And that's pretty special and pretty profound to document. Meghan has that giant heart that lets everyone know when they're in her midst that she loves them, cares about them and will naturally always think best of others first. And Dann's collected, focused and witty person makes him the kind of person everyone wants to surround. Together, they're like a proverbial hand reach, inviting all to come along on their adventures, and everyone can't help but to follow. Another fun fact about their day is that Meghan's grandmother helped her pick out her dress. Even though she tried on many a dress, her sweet GM knew it was the first one she tried that'd be her forever gown. I wish my grandma helped pick out my dress. I am immensely honored to have been chosen to document their celebration. I am thrilled to have joined team D&M, and I'm overjoyed to see what lies before them as Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore! Credits Venue: Sinclair of Skaneateles Hair and Makeup: LaTresse by Renee dress and dresses: Kitty Chen from Mirror Mirror jewelry: Hayden Jewelers DJ or band: Salt City Sound Machine flowers: Lace Leaf Co. Wedding planner: Honey Dew Events- Angela Wesley
Sometime this summer, I grew tired of regularly watering my plants with the little sips they require. (you know the cool ones growing out of mason jars hung to an old door I found in my attic?) So I filled a giant pitcher of water, dumped basically a container full of miracle grow in it, and filled up every one of those suckers to the brim. I stepped back and gazed at my ingenuity and walked away, dreaming about the load of work I’d saved and excited for how much quicker my plants would grow with all that blue goodness in their diet. But instead of rapidly growing and blossoming into gorgeous vines, I watched leaves turn yellow and water turn black. All those “super busy” moments I was trying to consolidate led me to ignore my sweet green babies. And now I’m taking them down to rearrange them for the winter, and a putrid stank consumes my kitchen. Many of the roots are rotted, and I’m spending my time cutting back the vines I’d planned on being unrealistically three times their size and removing the dead chunks. I’m starting from square one because I thought I could skip past the care on the daily. I thought I could rush through the gentle, slow little sips of nutrients and drown them in an impatient and unrealistic process of growth. It kind of made me think about grace in my own life and also how I raise my kids and people in general. I think sometimes I try and skip past the slow and steady and gentle nurturing and blast my friends, my kids, myself... with pitchers full of miracle grow, hoping I can clap my hands and walk away. But are relationships really like that? Can growth be bypassed? I think that’s an easy question for us to answer about others. But I think we tend to be harder on ourselves and feel cheated when we try skipping ahead to success only to find our roots have rotted. So unless you want an overwhelming stank in your kitchen, remember that the slow, subtle sips of hydration in your life are what make the vines grow. And have grace in the process. It takes time to see those results. Remember that those subtle smiles, hugs, compliments, and less than glamorous moments along the way are what keep you healthy.
These two are getting married today and I’m even more excited than their sweet pup, Fenway!
You know the feeling: You're in your low 30 somethings. You're hanging with a younger crowd, you're wearing your best jeans and even thought about putting on fake eyelashes. You figured out how to curl your hair, wand style. You're feeling young and hip and fly. And then you walk into that dimly lit Speak Easy, order a white russian, and look up to recognize your 7th grade student behind the bar. It's totally fine. In ancient, richer, deeper cultures and traditions, age is celebrated.